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Good of the man to notice.
“We need to get him to an infirmary, now!”Hands grabbed Lane.Not very gentle hands considering he was…ah…bleeding like a stuck pig.
“Do we?”Low.Growling.From another guard.
Lane tensed, wondering if he’d made a serious miscalculation and he was about to—
More shouts.More guards.More footsteps rushing toward him.
And more hands hauling him toward the infirmary.Too public now, isn’t it?Too many eyes.One of the guards had been ready for Lane to die, but the others were taking him to the infirmary.Lane let out a ragged groan even though nothing vital had been hit.He had made sure of that.He’d done two years in medical school, once upon a time, before he realized that he shouldn’t be in the business of saving lives.Not someone like him.
But he’d still learned a few useful bits of info.
Like how to stab someone so the wound will bleed like hell, but your vic will recover.
He wasn’t being hauled back to his cell.His chains would be off in the infirmary.People there would think he was weak.Not a threat.
I’ve never been weak.
Maybe he should be grateful to the shiv-carrying prick.After all, the jerk had just given Lane…a shot at freedom.
No one will hurt my sister.
Chapter Twelve
It wasn’t the morning after.It was still daylight.Mostly daylight.Maybe late evening-ish?And she’d just had hot, driving sex with Oliver.
Her enemy.
Her lover.
Twenty-four hours ago, she’d been sure he was still the enemy.
And maybe he was.But he was also the man her body craved.The only man she wanted.He remained inside of her.His hands curled around her.They were both hot and sweaty, and, every now and then, her sex quaked with aftershocks of pleasure.No one had ever given her as much pleasure as he did.
Maybe because she only let down her guard with him?Even knowing he held such power to hurt her, she’d just done it yet again.Given herself fully to him.
Because maybe I do hate him, but I think I still love him, too.Perhaps I always will.
His head lifted.His dark eyes gleamed as he stared down at her.His expression—possessive.Primitive.
Satisfied.
She tensed.
He began to slowly slide out of her.A gasp broke from Lark because she was so sensitive and the withdrawal sent off another little aftershock within her.
His eyes narrowed.“I want to fuck you again.”
Evening-ish.Not the morning after.He wanted to fuck her again.With, oh, jeez…with Midas keeping guard from a nearby location.A flush rose in her cheeks.She could feel the heat building.I forgot Midas was watching the house.
“Is that a no?”He’d pulled out completely, but he still stood between her legs as they dangled off the side of the bed.She couldn’t very well clamp them closed when he was right there.
As for his question… “I haven’t said no yet.”
His jaw hardened.He turned away.Disappeared into the bathroom.
She did use that opportunity to clamp her legs closed.And, wow, awkward, she still wore her blouse.Should she ditch it?And her bra?Or should she be grabbing her jeans and her ripped underwear and trying to put herself back to rights?Sitting up, her hands went to the hem of the shirt.
